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49 | my eureka! moment

The simpler times have rotted
Away with ease. Rest assured,
My mind not.

It sits, waits, before striking prey.
Kite strings that wrapped around my feet,
anchoring me to the floor are now loose.

I think i've struggled; free.
I was so captivated by falling from
grace that I became the fallen,
The rabbit hole my niche.

Writing verses helped my curses,
of notting hill symphonies written
in the bleak of darkness; crept up on
my desires, never settling, but also
never gaining.

But my passion never waining,
the toil of burden heavying the universe
now and not these shoulders.

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First light of dawn breaks softly
as calmness snuggles around me -- you.
The epithet of light and courage
and wisdom and grace.

Falling from grace till' I land softly
on my tiptoes, an epithet of beauty,
not the tragedy my despair once thought.

I play the melodies of piano sheet music
when I rhyme lines so pure you'd think
they'd mystified from arch-angel choirs.

I had an epiphany, but it ran away with
my boundless dreams, left me free to do
not wish. To seek, not desire, to fall and
never question why I was headed in
this direction in the first place.

Was it my grace, or lack of it?

This place, or the unwavering,
ever curious mind that never ceased
to question it all, constantly.

But my worth, I shall remain positive,
is unlike the laws of gravity.

They shall remain unchanged when a force
is acted upon it. My worth will always be
upheld, stable, as my mind now is.

Constant dreaming is now my reality,
chambers in my mind my safe place,
an oasis as great is the seven kingdoms.

"A treasure island awaits in reality,
come explore with me. "